My Pride, Your Practise! [Bolivar]

[Kisetukai]

68th Of Spring 513 AV
(Very very early in the morning)

It had been decided, after having a dream about Bolivar, it had been decided. Today they were going to settle their strength conflict, about who was... Wait...Why did he have a dream about Bolivar?! Well it was unfair to say that because saying a dream was about bolivar, would imply the simple fact, that he was the main part of the dream. When in all actuality he was...He had a dream, and Bolivar was in it, that is all that matters. This made him angry, who was him? None other than the infamous little devil K. As he stood up all night, we sat more of, fully strapped and ready for battle. "Sitting on his bed, white loose cotton pants, held together by a belt with a shiny silver buckle. His shirt, white just like his pants, loose and cotton... His shoes completely white, laced with buckles, his elegant cloak strapped onto his neck by a small thin chain, and buckles meeting at the middle of his chest forming an 'x'. 

Here he sat, on his bed, a huge scythe in his hands resting across his lap. The metal now warmed in certain spots as he held a tight vice grip upon it, his white gloves could've burnt and split open. A still face of a blank expression, resting upon his face, the face of a warrior. He was staring across the room, at his enemy, his so called friend...His rival. As he stared he imagined his roomate staring back at him, with his usual cheeky and opinionated attitude...This made his blood boil with every passing second. Staring at his empty bed, not tapping his foot or any annoying quirks...Just waiting. He knew that...Well he didn't know much. Except that he had just woke up, and did his morning stretches, and was waiting for a fight. Or was it..friendly practice.

Bolivar...Oh Bolivar...Where are you?

[Bolivar]

Bolivar was avoiding it wasn't he? Rather he was just not too keen on the idea. Getting along with others wasn't really his forte and even his roommate wasn't the exception. Too well opinionated and the matter of factly tone he seemed to always have did not help. Not to say it was his fault though. It was other people that didn't take time to figure him out. Bolivar always took a moment to reflect and think over his opinions on everything. However his thoughts on most the population of Syliras was mostly concrete. Everyone here was a sheep one way or another. The knights were rams, the commoners were sheep and that was how the city worked. In any regard his postings on nightwatched proved boring after every few weeks or so. Usually once or twice a week something would happen then fall into a lull after awhile. Today marked the fourth week of him not seeing any action in awhile. Spending more time up trying to find something amiss left the mixed blood irate and annoyed. Bloody sheeps were saints this month! Being let off from his post Bolivar once again saw the scene he saw many times before. Squires already making their way out of the dormitories while he made his way in. "You know if I didn't know any better people would start seeing me as a lazy squire." Speaking to himself he let himself in his room nothing Kisetukai still there. "Still here? You must be also the laziest squire I've ever known." Smirking slightly Bolivar thought that small jab was the correct interaction between two men in this situation. Pleased with himself Bolivar threw up his garments on atop the bed before he slumped down on the bed. "Laziest and weakest. Going for a record?"

[Kisetukai]

Waiting...Waiting...Waiting... K began to think for some odd reason, Bolivar was scared, and was trying to avoid him. His breathing control couldn't have been more excellent though, slowly and calm, he was just waiting. But then he thought what if...The day was moving slower. Were the gods aiding Bolivar? Had Tanroa's grace been present, slowing down time just a bit? Every little second was crucial if not painful, and to some it mind have sounded hysterical, but to K it was logical. After all...He had a score to settle. Possibly to start. He began to ponder more questions until he was interrupted, hearing the door open and that... Voice.

"Still here? You must be also the laziest squire I've ever known."

This caused K to tick a bit, jumping internally as his soul reacted to the voice, opening his mouth to let the cool breeze slide in. He was just about to grace Bolivar with his voice until...He heard his again. Seeing that lazy, waste of space... Just plop on the bed. It pushed him far, to far, so far to the line that normal people cross to go to "to far" was a mere dot. That far.

 "Laziest and weakest. Going for a record?"

As a warrior, unlike his brother Shin, K knew how to keep his balance. Well most of the time, he was good at concealing anger. After all knowing a nice fight was  around the corner, was more than enough to hold him off. He quickly jumped off his bed, staring at the so called...'Roommate' across the room. "So...Bolivar how was your day?" K asked softly as he got up. 

How was your day? How was your day?! That's something a woman asks her husband...Why would I?!...Petch!

Before Bolivar could even react her blurted out. "Nevermind that...Bolivar you need to get up. We are going to go practice...Relieve some stress and practice skills." He began to spin his scythe around in his left hand slowly, for he was still not to good at it. After he thought he had gave Bolivar enough time to process what he had said he began to speak again.
"I want you to... Give it all you got. Don't hold back..Because.." K walked to the door slightly pissed off. "I won't...Meet at the training grounds. I expect you to come prepared. I think that's more than all you need to know." He quickly flew through the door, slightly embarrassed about the dream, trying to focus on the fight.

 He would quickly run to the training grounds, there he would wait for Bolivar in a clear open flat ground, sitting down with his legs folded and crossed. He was only equipped with his scythe, tamo daggers, studded and teethed gaunlets, and his regular white training gloves. For he doubt Bolivar would bring a weapon...But if so, he would be prepared. 

Now...More of the waiting game.

[Bolivar]

You would think by now Kisetukai would notice that Bolivar was ignoring him for the most part. As he slumped over feeling the somewhat comfortable cloth on his skin Bolivar let out a noncommittal grunt in Kise's direction. It was the same stuff he did. Just in night time. What was there to tell? Another groan and Bolivar was facing away from his roommate finding the new position much more gratifying. What was he going about? Damned Kise is cutting up the floorboards. Opening an eye slightly Bolivar tried to understand what Kisetukai was going on about. Something about giving the squire something and the training grounds. "I'm not going to get extorted by my damn roommate!" Throwing the pillow at the door Bolivar continued on with his rest for awhile before finding enough energy to get up once more. The first thing he did was what he always did after that nap, changing into his robes. A few undresses later into his pocket robe Bolivar lounged nonchalantly on his bed, his thoughts wondering what Kise could possibly want. A twenty chime catnap and another ten lazing about Bolivar finally got to work in what he thought Kise wanted. "I've no money to talk of so I suppose this is what he had in mind." Taking out another piece of paper from his backpack Bolivar wrote a focus on the paper before writing a trigger signet followed by two hastily drawn barriers to finish his little request. Writing the trigger words as gush and fish Bolivar set the paper aside as he leaned back. "When did Kise said he wanted this?" Shrugging nonchalantly Bolivar returned his bag to atop the high bed once more hearing the clatter from his great axe. Pausing slightly seeing the cumbersome weapon Bolivar stared for a few tics before taking it's handle. Finding his sharpening stone and working atop Kise's bed Bolivar whittled away at the dull blade until re could see that recognizable sharp sheen gingerly pressing down on the frames of Kise's bed to check if it was truly sharpened. "That will do. There are some wooden practice weapons in the training area and having an unsharpened blade was akin to having a large steel rod to swing around." Resting on his hands for a few more chimes Bolivar looked back at the greataxe now finding a place for it in the provided chest. I'll have to see if they could provide a weapons rack so that both of our weapons don't ruin the flooring. Taking the somber thought as his cue to leave Bolivar undressed once more finding his old soldier's outfit he wore back in Sultros before heading out of the door with his rolled up glyph in hand. "He said to go to the training area right?" oocGo ahead and assume I see you and we meet. Sorry about the filler.

[Kisetukai]

 The wind, K's only friend, speaking to him silently. The way he loved it, occasionally the wind would whistle and break the silence, causing him to experience an unnerving feeling. As he calmed himself...So did the wind. For he was ready, ready to establish his pride...Reassert his pride. Back up his pride and restore his pride...Preserve his pride. He was already warmed up, and ready to go. Seeing the little clueless guy walk up to him, as he stepped into the flat lands, looking at K sitting. K raised himself up with his scythe, like an old shepherd, then spinning it and placing it on his back harness. "Bolivar..." He mumbled as he started walking over to him.

Finally catching up to him, Bolivar looked...Like he didn't come for the same purpose. Of course he didn't...He didn't know about the dream. He couldn't know about the dream... "Bolivar. I'm happy to see you showed up. Not that you had much of a choice." He said in a calm yet eager tone. "Now...Let's get started." He took a sigh and began to spout out information like an expert. "The rules are simple, you and me both possess totally different fighting skills, so this match will need to be broad. Although I fight on honor in this fight everything goes, except death of course..." He said with a small chuckle trying to be serious. "Now...Your little paper magic things are exceptable and so is my scythe and other weapons. A winner will be decided when one clearly has leverage, as in...A possible kill. But then again...It's only practice so you have nothing to fear."

He walked off into the flat land, pacing himself from Bolivar, then turning to finally face him. "Now...You tell me when you are ready. Since everything goes my honor is out the window...So I will gladly make the first move. So be ready." He said with a chuckle, letting wild an eager smile. 

Ready when you are...

[Bolivar]

What was he talking about? "You really need to calm down there buddy. Your too excitable." The god complex was a result of overgiving. Bolivar knew Kisetukai might not be right in the head but that did not mean he would have to humor him. "Yea sure. Whatever I came since you asked so nicely." Broad? Screw that. I just made one use for this glyph. "You'll take whatever I have to give you and you'll like it." Relinquishing the piece of paper to Kise Bolivar already transmuted what he felt would be suitable for his roommate. "It's not a wind blast like last time. Relax." Motioning for Kise to keep it safe on his belt Bolivar brought up a hand to his exhausted eyes. "That's great. Who is fighting?" Looking around slightly Bolivar saw a multitude of fights already going on. However they were just basic shield and board fights nothing broad or serious for that matter. What was Kisetukai talking about? "Hold on a second what are you talking about?" Actually looking at Kisetukai's expression Bolivar gave a slighlt groan at what he had planned. "You can't be serious." Apparently Kise wanted to fight Bolivar after he spent most of the night keeping watch. "Sorry babe. Not today I'm tired." Giving a slick mocking tone Bolivar looked around wondering if anyone else caught on to this ridiculous ploy Kisetukai had in mind. Apparently not. The people on the grounds were much to busy harassing or being harassed it seemed. Alrighty then... field conditions. Disgruntled roommate not even five paces away from me. I'm unarmed and I just gave him my latest glyph. Great. Bringing his his hand to rub the back of his neck Bolivar started on about how ridiculous this was before sprinting off mid-sentence. "Like I'd waste my time with you stupid Kise."

[Kisetukai]

 K gave the most dumfounded and confused look as Bolivar handed him once a again another glyph, seeing the paper, Bolivar's main weapon, totally threw him off. Looking at him with a blank expression, expecting it to be some trick for a head start, he was pretty devastated when he noticed Bolivar was unaware of the situation. "It's not a wind blast like last time. Relax." Motioning for Kise to keep it safe on his belt Bolivar brought up a hand to his exhausted eyes. Seems like he really had no clue, furthermore backed up by his next statement. 

That's great who is fighting? 

Are you serious?

Bolivar then finally began to catch on, which seemed like a good thing till K heard the words he spoke. "Hold on a second what are you talking about?" 

Again...Are you serious?!

"Sorry babe. Not today I'm tired."

No...

Bolivar then rubbed his neck as if about to explain something, causing K to lower his guard a bit to get a better listen.  "Like I'd waste my time with you stupid Kise." 

[i]Huh? Wah?![/i

Before K could truly even blink and realize what was happening, he was busy staring at the back of Bolivars clothing. Immediately he smashed his back teeth together and began to breathe out steam, tightening his fist and crushing the glyph a bit. "Well...You better go catch him if you want to still get your point across." Shin said as he slyly spoke. "Or are you just a baby..." Immediately enraged by Shin's words K began to chase after Bolivar, hearing the metal on his back clink and clack, feeling his cloak fly like a cape. "Wait no!" K yelled out at Bolivar. Being a boxer he was fast, incredibly fast but...He was muscle, and not just that, Bolivar wasn't the slowest guy in town. Especially compared to K, forcing him to run his fastest, thank the gods he stretched! 

"Bolivar!" He knew he would lose this battle soon, for he was strong but the weight of weapons and clothes plus the speed of Bolivar all but lowered his confidence. He watched as his roommate zoomed. "Bolivar I just want to talk! Please holdup!" K yelled out hoping he would turn around and/or slow down. For he could do a lot of things but running was not one...He hated it. 

[Bolivar]

The slight ruse seemed to work in Bolivar's favor. Scanning the nearby area for something that at least resembled his weapon Bolivar knew that his ancestors would be cursing his name if he actually ran away from the fight. Just a tactical retreat until I find something I can use Bolivar reminded himself. Looking back the mixed blood stifled a chuckle seeing Kisetukai sluggishly chasing behind him cape and all. It looked like he was lucky that his opponent did not know how to run effectively either. Feeling that his breathe was starting to tire Bolivar inhaled deep before shouting out for assistance. "Axe! Axe! I need an axe! My opponent is intending to fight me without a weapon." Attracting the mere stares of some close by Bolivar thought the mild distraction to be suitable as he spotted a weapon's rack nearby. Skidding to a stop and shifting his weight to the Bolivar dug into the dirt as he changed direction before suddenly bolting towards what looked to be a reasonably well used practice axe. A deep exhale and a quick lookover his weapon Bolivar was ready to face his aggressor. Hopefully the slight exercise would have winded Kisetukai more then him that was after all part of the point to that chase. Slowing his breathe Bolivar kept a casual stance as he stepped forward to face Kisetukai, circling around the squire slightly. "I've no want to hear such words. I just want to sleep petcher enough of your harassment." Rocking on the balls of his feet Bolivar wearily readied himself.

[Kisetukai]

 K couldn't last much longer, chasing this roommate of his wasn't a fun activity, especially because he couldn't keep up. Between the weight of his scythe, clothes, and other accessories he had no chance. He was also more slowed as he stopped a bit, seeing Bolivar yell out. 

"Axe! Axe! I need an axe! My opponent is intending to fight me without a weapon."

This caused K more confusion as he speed slowed to a stop, giving a nervous look around as he was watched by a bunch of people, gazing at him. He felt the eyes burn his flesh, then noticing the absence of sight of Bolivar, he grew more enraged. But that was soon fixed, seeing Bolivar return with a wooden axe, this caused K some huge relief. "Yes..." Bolivar sped up, finally getting sighing battle range not to far away, rocking as if he was about to lunge. "Wait!" K yelled out, as he quickly slid the scythe out his harness, then staring at Bolivar's wooden weapon. Letting out a huge sigh he also slid his Tamo daggers out of his cloak, tossing his scythe and daggers on the floor, for ing him to cringe at the sight. Dashing over to the weapons rack he picked up what he thought was the closest weapon to a scythe, without actually observing it, quickly sliding back to Bolivar. His cloak flying up at his new found speed, staring down his opponent he was laughing at how childish the thought was, both of them so unprepared. "Ok so are you ready for-" K stopped as he looked at his weapon, a wooden quarterstaff, he should've known. He decided that it was too late, way to late to try and run away and pick up another weapon, too bad. He swung the quarter staff with his hands and tapped the ground a could times, beginning to circle bolivar. Their direction becoming counter-clockwise, K's back was facing the right, both hands on the staff with his right in front and his left in the back, holding it waist level mainly towards the back. "Bolivar..." He finally began to catch his breath. "Such a weapon won't even make it close." Although K fought with a scythe, a staff was close, although it was very bouncy and different. It would have to do.

[Bolivar]

Yawning slightly and inadvertently stretching during the gasp of breathe Bolivar felt hot and sticky in his state. It happens every time Bolivar decided to stay up longer then he should. He would sweat and in turn he would feel more miserable feeling himself deteriorate further as time would go on. Planting his feet firmly on the ground Bolivar discarded Kisetukai's comment about his choice of weapon. What did he know? Constantly changing his grip on the wooden axe Bolivar figured out the underlying differences with his original weapon of choice. At the very least the wooden version was closer to the real weight unlike a sword and Bolivar compensated for the lack of weight by moving a few inches closer to the axe's head. There. I should be able to put the same amount of weight in each strike though the range is changed. Readjusting once more Bolivar checked that he held his weapon in the correct grip before thinking things through. Field conditions? Wind is actually picking up around here. That's good. From what I've seen Kise is more of a physical person. His demeanor tells me confidence in his ability. Most likely flux? The thought of readjusting his axe once more came to mind but was quickly discarded. Flux is bad. If that is what he really practices getting in close wouldn't be the best of plans. He has no scars so reinmancy was out of the question. Projection? No... he uses both of his hands to hold his weapon...yet he has a multitude of weapons to choose from if he commits to it... Voiding? Leeching? Both were bad news. One from a far distance and another from up close. What to do with this information? Noticing his slight pessimism Bolivar measured the steps between himself and Kisetukai. "Looks like we'll see won't we?" Holding the great axe in front of him Bolivar inched closer to his roommate. Bolivar's weapon could be used to stop any pokes with relative ease though as he got closer the danger was more obvious. Digging deep Bolivar took a lower stance as he took a full stride towards Kise before throwing a cleave in his direction. oocWanna pm me about how you wanna do this?